I was talking to as many female werewolves as possible to get some advice to gain Flora's trust as soon as possible. The werewolves were a better source to got to since they were more in touch with their human side.

They had mates and knew how all this romantic shit went when I didn't. Not being able to hold Flora while I slept was killing me.

I wanted to hold her in my arms as my hands rested on her baby bump. I wanted to be able to feel my babies heartbeats.

Though my attempt at talking to the women was all the same. Give her time. How much time? How long does it take?

It was clear that I had taken advantage of her by doing the things I did. I missed her teaching me the characters from movies and shows and catching me up on all forms of media. I missed her laugh whenever I made a face I was unaware of doing.

All I could do was stare at her door and try to sneak a peek inside whenever the guys or girls opened her door. Desperate. That's the word that describes my demise.

I was antsy to just catch a glimpse of her. Whenever I was sitting down, my leg would move up and down. When I stood, I felt like running. I was desperately trying to hold myself back from doing all of those things when one of the pack members came up to me.

"Sir, the others and I found something you're going to want to hear."

"What is it?" I asked standing from the chair I felt like I had been sitting in for hours.

"The list of women you had us watching, well one of them is pregnant. She was the one you met at the pizza place for her birthday."

"What?" I barely whispered. I didn't know whether to be happy or upset. Now was not the time for all of this to be happening. But even in a time like this, I had to be responsible for my actions.

"She's in pretty bad shape and doesn't look like she'll make it. I'm sorry." His voice was solemn then he bowed before walking away.

The guys had heard but didn't comment. It was a sensitive subject to touch on. "Can you guys...give me the stuff I need."

"I got it right here for you," Anna said handing me the stuff I needed in a sealed bag.

After I took them from her I got directions where to find the woman that would most likely die with my child. If the stuff in the bag were the right items then maybe she can be saved. I walked into the hospital sharing a grateful look to one of the nurses who was a werewolf letting me through.

I opened the door to see the woman, named Cheryl. I looked at her laying on the hospital bed motionlessly. She was breathing hard with tubes in her. She seemed like she could barely move as she just followed me with her eyes.

The last time I saw her, she was full of excitement on the day of her birthday. Now I had reduced her to the hospital in a slow agonizing death.

"You remember me? Blink twice if you do?"

She then blinked twice. I held her hand looking at her in sympathy. This was my fault. I caused this woman pain because I was desperate for a child. At that time I didn't care if the women died, now after everything with Flora, my views had changed.

As I gazed at Cheryl's face, she seemed so young. She had bags under her eyes and looked to be in immense pain.

"I'm sorry for doing this to you." She barely scrunched her brow.

I put my hand on her medium sized stomach, leaning in kissing it. "I'm sorry my son. We'll meet one day, in the next life. Just know that I love you like a lifetime already."

I could hear the baby's faint heart pick up once, then went back to the slow rate once again. He was developing quick but was hurting his mother's body in doing so. I pulled away, now looking into Cheryl's eyes.

"I'm going to do something that might help the pain but he won't make it if I do and if I don't then you'll both die. So, will you trust me?"

She tried looking down at her stomach then to me with tears cascading down her cheeks. She finally blinked twice slowly.

I brought out the bag taking out the mortar bowl and pestle. Then brought out the very thing that would kill my unborn son, Wolfsbane.

Wolfsbane doesn't affect me but it would to my son because he hadn't developed an immune system for his lycan side yet. It would surely kill him.

I didn't know I was crying until a teardrop fell on it. I quickly wiped it away then started to smash the wolfsbane into the mortar.

Once it was completely smashed into little bits, I grabbed her water and poured it into the bowl, mixing it. I helped her sit up then put it to her lips. She hesitated but opened her mouth drinking it.

When she finished I laid her back down holding her hand. The process seemed to work fast as I heard my son's last few heartbeats die out, killing him.

I just killed my son, and it almost made me feel as if I was fully human since I could hardly take the pain in my heart.

Cheryl fell asleep from the wolfsbane, feeling no pain keeping her from sleep. While I cried on the bed sheets for the son that could've been. I stayed with Cheryl for hours but she was still catching up on the sleep she had missed. So I wrote her a note and left my phone number.

I went back to the house. Roman was the first I saw who had the same sad look like me. We lost one of our own.

"Don't tell Flora."

"She already knows."

I didn't feel shocked or angry. It was bound to come out. I sighed dragging my feet into her room. She looked at me and got out of bed slapping me and hitting my chest. I let her do whatever she wanted, I deserved it all. I accepted the pain.

"You're playing with peoples lives and it backfired on you!" She slapped me once more with tears but stopped. "Fight back!"

I didn't say anything. I have hurt her enough and trying to keep information from her was wrong, I know that now. When she asked me weeks ago if I would've cheated on her if I knew about the babies, I didn't answer.

It wasn't because I would still do it. It was the fact that she thought I would still go through with it that hit me. Of course, I wouldn't have been with Tilda. But the reality of it all was that I still did it and for that, I feel ashamed of myself.

I hurt the one human woman that has been a blessing by the Goddess above. She knew what I was, she carried my babies with pride even on the days that hurt, she still was making amends to the trouble I caused by allowing me to stay here.

Flora was the strongest woman I know. I didn't deserve her, she knew that.

"I was never supposed to get close to you. That way I don't get hurt and you don't either." I said when she started looking at my eyes going left to right. "I don't want to hurt you anymore, but I don't know how to do that with telling you what's been going on."

"I don't know what to believe anymore. I won't be swayed by your words so easily." She turned her back on me.

I could hear her sniffling with the slightest shake of her shoulders. "Just leave." I obeyed her and laid on the couch thinking I was back to square one again. The day had transpired into a disaster. The death of my son, Flora, the babies. I had to make amends with all of it.